Chapter 1070: Darkness Turns to Ink, the Black Demon Cult Is Evenly Matched

Then, Yang Jian's palm stretched out instantly, and a dark sword light instantly appeared in Yang Jian's palm.

The next moment, a dark light shot out directly from Yang Jian's palm, and instantly merged into the void. A powerful wave also appeared in the void, and then a dark ancient city instantly appeared in front of everyone.

"This is..." After seeing this strange ancient city suddenly summoned by Yang Jian, Zhu Rong's face couldn't help but change suddenly, and his face instantly became extremely shocked.

"Haha, did you see it clearly? This thing is the person you are looking for. This ancient city is the remains of a super sect. There are a lot of treasures and even inheritance. As long as you can get the things inside, you will be the top force in the entire Purgatory City in the future. In this way, you will have enough foundation, and you can also be on par with your sect at that time! But unfortunately, you can only die here today!" Yang Jian said coldly.

"No! Impossible, how could it be possible? How could this be possible? This ancient city has never been destroyed. How could there be such a thing? This is absolutely impossible. It must be fake. It must be fake!" After hearing Yang Jian's words, Zhu Rong's face changed drastically. He looked at Yang Jian with disbelief and said.

"Whether it is true or not will be revealed soon, and you will all understand it. But soon you will not understand it, because I will tell you with actual actions that it is not fake!" Yang Jian said lightly.

As soon as the voice fell, the spear in Yang Jian's hand shook violently, and then a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the people in front of him, and immediately pressed the black-clothed people around him down.

The next moment, Yang Jian's spear instantly turned into a stream of light and smashed down hard on the head of the black-robed man in the lead!

Seeing that Yang Jian actually attacked the black-robed man in the lead, Zhu Rong's face became even paler.

Because he knew very well that Yang Jian's move just now was definitely not a casual one. If he was really hit by Yang Jian, the black-robed man in front of him would definitely die directly!

After thinking of this, he hurriedly began to struggle, trying to get rid of Yang Jian's control. But it was obvious that he had no way at all. After all, Yang Jian's cultivation was many times higher than his.

But at this moment, Yang Jian's brows suddenly frowned slightly.

Yang Jian's eyebrows raised slightly, and his eyes were directly locked in the distance.

Soon, Yang Jian also noticed a terrifying breath sweeping towards him crazily.

"Huh? Who is it?"

After seeing Yang Jian's reaction, the faces of the black-clothed people around him also changed slightly.

Then his figure disappeared instantly.

"Who are you? Get out of here, don't hide like a dog!"

Soon, an arrogant voice came directly from a distance.

After hearing the voice, Zhu Rong's face suddenly became happy, and the expression on his face instantly became ecstatic.

"It seems to be... the voice of the leader of the Black Magic Cult. Yes, it must be the leader of the Black Magic Cult!"

The leader of the Black Magic Cult? After hearing the other party's words, Yang Jian's expression was also slightly stunned, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face. He never thought that the other party would be a member of the Black Magic Cult. This is a very troublesome thing.

But Yang Jian's face instantly became cold, and he flew directly towards the valley in front.

...

Soon, Yang Jian also came to the outside of the valley, and saw a man in red clothes standing outside the valley with a proud look.

"Yang Jian, I didn't expect that you would take the initiative to come out and die this time. It's really that there is a way to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you insist on breaking in. In this case, it's no wonder that our Black Magic Cult has methods!" Soon, the man's eyes fell on Yang Jian, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, the man had received Zhu Rong's notification just now, so he came here to capture Yang Jian. Of course, he was obviously prepared at this time. Once he encountered danger, he would escape from here as soon as possible.

"Who are you? Are you qualified to negotiate with me?" Yang Jian said coldly, with a look of contempt and sarcasm on his face.

After hearing Yang Jian's words, the man's face also showed a look of anger.

He is the leader of the Black Demon Cult, and he is a well-known figure in the entire Purgatory City. He didn't expect Yang Jian to dare to despise him so much, which made his anger even stronger.

"Humph, since you are so ignorant, don't blame this leader for being cruel. Catch him and cut him into pieces!" The man snorted coldly and spoke directly.

"Yes!"

After hearing the man's words, several black-clad men around him suddenly showed a cold expression on their faces, and they all drew their weapons from their waists and attacked Yang Jian directly.

"A mere trick!"

After feeling those fierce attacks, Yang Jian's mouth also drew a mocking sneer, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot. Then he flashed and appeared directly next to a black-clad man, and then directly stabbed the other person's chest with a gun, and then instantly stabbed the black-clad man's chest through and through.

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

After seeing this scene, the faces of the remaining men in black also changed. They obviously did not expect Yang Jian to be so fast. Their faces changed immediately and they turned around and prepared to run away.

After hearing Yang Jian's words, Yang Jian also showed a look of disdain on his face. Obviously, he did not take Zhu Rong seriously at all.

In Yang Jian's view, the ant in front of him was not worthy of his personal attack. He only needed to use a little trick to kill the other party.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Rong's face changed when he saw this, and a look of vigilance appeared on his face.

Obviously, Yang Jian's cultivation was much higher than his. Although his cultivation was a few points higher than Yang Jian, he could not hurt Yang Jian in front of him.

"Are you asking me? Hahaha! Who do you think you are? You are not worthy of asking me! Die!" After seeing Zhu Rong's expression, Yang Jian also spoke directly.

After saying that, Yang Jian stabbed at the opponent with a gun.

Yang Jian's gun pierced the opponent's throat directly, and then a column of blood rushed into the sky, and a huge head was thrown high.

"What?" After seeing Yang Jian's action, Zhu Rong's face suddenly showed a look of shock.